Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Day 9

I am still obsessed with these shoes and also thinking babies are disgusting. I spent 5 hours walking all over the city applying to demeaning jobs. Then some time eating milanesa. Then?????????? Time trying not to fall in love.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Day 8

My favorite shoes!!!!!! I wore them to girls night last night and now im hungover as balls.

They make me a little too tall so I think I am going to date a huge black or Mexican man next.

Day 7

For my boyfriends birthday we organized a rafting trip down the Brandywine River! The logistics of getting these rafts purchased and inflated and moved were somewhat complex, as evidenced in the photo below. But!!!!! We figured it out and floated down a river for 3 hours. It's one of the most fun activities on the planet. Also I wore a bathing suit in front of other people for 4 hours. That was a first.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Day 6

I'm at an engagement party. It's so weird. The suburbs seems like a place I never grew up in. Dad giving a speech about his son in law....

Friday, July 27, 2012

Day 5

Womyns potluck. Anarchist socialist anti-capitalist live in an abandoned factory going to grad school call my phone vegan gluten free cat with herpes irritable bowel syndrome off the beaten path sensitive breast feeding oppressive post partum depression soy flour.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Day 4

This is my tip jar. It's humiliating but profitable. People put money in it when they pity me. Sometimes I make $14. One time I made $38!

Day 3

Wow I thought I would last more than 2 days before I forgot to take a picture/had a day where nothing interesting happened.

Here is a picture of a cat in a window at our neighborhood pet adoption center/ pet store. My boyfriend wants to adopt one! Is this the cat hell get???? Who knows!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Day 2

Me + Lorenzo, my new friend, protesting to support raising the federal minimum wage. He tried to date me to improve his English but I think I am a little too tall. What do you think?

Will the federal minimum wage get raised? Probably not, but maybe there's a method to the madness. In the meantime, I'll just constantly be protesting shit.

Day -1

Well, I haven't started this additional blog for any poetic reason or on an important date. In fact, I literally don't know what the date is today! I believe it's some day in the early 20s of July 2012.

Yesterday I was in my bed watching the season finale of The Bachelorette . It was the most lifelike heart wrenching breakup I've ever seen on TV. It was literally unreal to watch a man's dreams of weddings and families and babies and shit broken in a single moment.

I suppose we've all been there. And also we've all recovered from that. And then we start dating someone else eventually. And the person who breaks your heart for someone else will also break up with the next person probably. So I guess watching this show of love and loss and break ups for me is super cathartic because it's a great reminder that love is an impermanent delusion and a major source of human weakness. Actually being able to watch people in their moments of grief and frailty and extreme love-driven ecstasy is extremely satisfying. Its like an inoculation against any desire inside me to jump on those emotional roller coasters myself.

So anyway, why did that make me want to take a picture everyday and write about it??? I think because My life is in a rather extreme upheaval with no identifiable end in sight. Watching the Bachelorette is like watching a fantasy sequence of all the benchmarks I used to be waiting for.

And I want to document the things I'm pursuing now in a positive way. My life is really bomb. I do whatever I want. If I was to ever try to capture the weirdest thing that happens every day it would literally be hard because so many weird things happen everyday.

And I guess I'm terrified of the day that stops and I become wrapped up in the monotony of child rearing and marriage.

Right now I'm on a train and it smells like farts and people are yelling!!! And I'm about to go put on an apron an protest our shitty minimum wage.


Day 1

Never try to order Chicken Salad in Philadelphia. It might not actually be a salad with chicken or even a salad with some chicken salad on it.